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A Love Letter for Deaf Ears; Drenched in Salty Lonely Tears
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2019-01-09 at 2:59 AM UTCDear A*****,
I know that I almost certainly will never see you again in person. Or maybe I will, we don't live that far apart. For what it's worth, though, despite how brief our dalliance, on some level, I am being completely real when I say that I love you. I have to say it here, in the form of a (somewhat) secret admirer's letter, because, despite my impulsive, and at times utterly irrational, romantic streak, I am still a realist.
I think about you at least once a day. So many things, people, songs, fleeting moments; they all remind me of you. I don't care if my fellow space niggas see me as some kind of overly emotional "pussy". Quite frankly, I don't care what anyone thinks, except for you. The way you would look at me with your beauteous, bewitching, and absolutely bewildering blue eyes, as though I was some kind of source of comfort and reassurance to you, will never stop piercing my heart with every memory that overcomes, and ultimately overwhelms, me.
I'll never forget the crimson-orange sun as it set in the distance and cast its beams towards the calm seas below us; two lonely souls, bodies intertwined in passionate love-making, without a single intruding human presence anywhere to be seen; as though, for that moment, we were the only two living mortals in existence, our corporeal beings temporarily suspended in time and space as our ethereal spirits make holy communion.
I love you, I miss you, and my soul is but a fragmented piece of what it once was for having met you.
I sincerely hope that you are at least one iota as happy as I am desolate; for during that one moment, you made me the happiest human being in the world, both past and present, and almost certainly future. That moment will last forever, even long past the moment our physical bodies both turn to ash and dust.
Memories are forever,
Love, Darren.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-01-09 at 3:01 AM UTCAshley?
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2019-01-09 at 3:04 AM UTC
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2019-01-09 at 3:05 AM UTCCould also be Aaaaaa.
This letter was thoroughly enjoyable. If Aaaaaa is the kind of girl who responds to romantic prose, I think you might be able to reconnect. Why aren't you together already?The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-01-09 at 3:11 AM UTCAlso, she is not a space nigga (by which I mean, she does not post here), which is precisely why I posted this here.
Even though she rocked my world, and I will never be the same because of that, she deserves her anonymity.
She deserves the world, in fact, something that I just couldn't give her.
I am but a mere peasant, and she is my Queen, and I am a humble serf, forever bonded to her in both debt and servitude.
My heart is hers, now and for always, and I am saddened by the fact that I can't give it away again, and am thus relegated to a life of chastity and celibacy.
But perhaps that love was (and still is) so pure and potent, that it's enough for a thousand life times. I should be content, if not outright ecstatic, for having the experience in the first place. -
2019-01-09 at 3:16 AM UTCeh, if circumstances had allowed you to be together you would have had all the same shit everyone else deals with in relationships. if you only have a short time with someone, and never see their flaws, of course you'll think they were perfect.
or maybe you'd find out shes autistic or legitimately just too good for you
man fuck this thread im out lol -
2019-01-09 at 3:19 AM UTC
Originally posted by Zanick Could also be Aaaaaa.
This letter was thoroughly enjoyable. If Aaaaaa is the kind of girl who responds to romantic prose, I think you might be able to reconnect. Why aren't you together already?
We had two weekends together. The first was when we met in my home town while she was visiting for just one night, and our paths crossed as though the gods and goddesses of fate themselves had designed and brought and about this fortunate and serendipitous chance encounter.
We made holy communion betwixt the sheets that night.
The following week I traveled many hours by bus, train, boat, and taxi, to spend the past September long weekend (2017, not this most recent September) with her. It was the best weekend of my life, and I would sooner die rather than forget even one second of it.
We made love on a beach during a sun set, and it was quite possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced. It sometimes feels almost like something from a dream.
The problem is that, not only does she live so far apart from me, there's quite a substantial age difference, all these factors conspiring to make our love impractical. -
2019-01-09 at 3:28 AM UTCI had an ephemeral love like that once, she even posted here briefly. I still write to her, often much like this. You held something precious in your hands, and even though it's gone you can cherish it until you die. Think about the Impressionists: the array of colors and sounds they recorded in their art only ever occurred in a single instance that they happened to witness once and then never saw again. Love happens that way, too. The privilege of experiencing is not diminished when it is short-lived, rather, it is enhanced, and capturing it with our senses and memory preserves it for eternity.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-01-09 at 3:31 AM UTC
Originally posted by Zanick I had an ephemeral love like that once, she even posted here briefly. I still write to her, often much like this. You held something precious in your hands, and even though it's gone you can cherish it until you die. Think about the Impressionists: the array of colors and sounds they recorded in their art only ever occurred in a single instance that they happened to witness once and then never saw again. Love happens that way, too. The privilege of experiencing is not diminished when it is short-lived, rather, it is enhanced, and capturing it with our senses and memory preserves it for eternity.
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2019-01-09 at 3:35 AM UTC
Originally posted by Zanick I had an ephemeral love like that once, she even posted here briefly. I still write to her, often much like this.
Karen?
Originally posted by Zanick You held something precious in your hands, and even though it's gone you can cherish it until you die. Think about the Impressionists: the array of colors and sounds they recorded in their art only ever occurred in a single instance that they happened to witness once and then never saw again. Love happens that way, too. The privilege of experiencing is not diminished when it is short-lived, rather, it is enhanced, and capturing it with our senses and memory preserves it for eternity.
You are a poet, a philosopher, and most especially a romantic, after my own heart, Zanick.
I can always count on you to truly understand the depths of emotion that sometimes overwhelm me. -
2019-01-09 at 4:05 AM UTCWomen aren't romantic. They just want to be romanced, is what i have come to know.
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2019-01-09 at 4:05 AM UTC
Originally posted by OG_GREENPLASTIC_JOHNSON_III until your brain rots
The best part about living and loving in this universe is that we clean up after ourselves when it's over and make room for new lovers to meet one another, and the flowers they pick in courtship will be fertilized by our corpses.
Originally posted by gadzooks Karen?
You are a poet, a philosopher, and most especially a romantic, after my own heart, Zanick.
I can always count on you to truly understand the depths of emotion that sometimes overwhelm me.
Karen was her name. She taught me to surrender my heart, to let it seize and convulse and remember through song and poetry. Don't dwell on our fated decay, for it was fate also that drew us together. Keep writing to her, whether or not you intend for her to read it. It seems to remind you of the best parts of yourself. -
2019-01-09 at 5 AM UTC
Originally posted by gadzooks Yeah I can't take any of this shit right now.
I'm hitting the liquor store… maybe even the bar.
I usually get laid when I hit up the bar.
Whoever I meet (if anyone) will never replace my One True Love mentioned above.
But liquor and casual sex can be a pretty effective distraction.
I gotta bounce, y'all.
My heart is broken, my soul is sad.
I must venture outward, lest this despair drive me truly mad.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-01-09 at 5 AM UTC
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2019-01-09 at 8:17 AM UTC
Originally posted by gadzooks My heart is broken, my soul is sad.
I must venture outward, lest this despair drive me truly mad.
^ Nothing worse than the sting of a wounded heart. For the longest time, my heart pined as yours is, now- thinking it wouldn’t ever heal. 🥀
This song reminds me of the frustration i felt at such time.
Eventually, in time, the heart pines no more—and it will be free and willing to search/find new love.
i hope you feel better soon. 🤟The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-01-09 at 1:17 PM UTCJust remember, they all get old and ugly (and usually bitter).
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2019-01-09 at 1:27 PM UTC
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2019-01-09 at 3:23 PM UTCThere is something beautiful, something sweet about this thread, but also a sweet sorrow. ITT tears beautiful tears
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2019-01-09 at 3:29 PM UTC
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2019-01-09 at 3:33 PM UTCInstagram and social media have ruined the current and previous generation of women...even fat chicks think they are princesses because of 4000+ thirsty dudes telling them "dam bby, u fine af"
